There's such a fire,
Burning me within.
All my past desires fade to ashen grey.
What is this way?

I'm new to these feelings.
Unsatisfied each day,
I kill what I hate to watch, dying.
What is this satisfied ache?

I will rise!
Blood and tears mingling.
My paws will shake, my voice will tremble.
But I will know, I was told, this is what, I was to do.

But by who?
Whose voice surrounds my thoughts?
Whose words echo in my mind?
Show me your face!
emotsa
End these waking nightmares...
Tell me what I satisfy, is alright to feed...
....to fulfill...
...to partake...
...to make...
...My own.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Valnuary, in the year 482 AF.